Twillingate (Around Town)

There is a local dinner theatre and it has many rave reviews, so obviously we had to try it out. It is next door to the fish market both are owned and managed by the same person. Naturally Deb had to have a lobster dinner. It was her third, and the best so far.

Lily and I both had pan-fried cod. It was just slightly dusted with flour and it was incredibly sweet and tender. In Ontario I don't ever choose cod, but here it is a first choice. It is so much fresher.

The dinner theatre was wonderfully entertaining. The entire cast consisted of five people. Three played instruments and two sang and made us laugh. When they weren't on stage they were serving at the bar, selling tickets, waiting on tables, etc., etc., etc.

One of the musicians acted as emcee. He had an array of instruments at the side of the stage which he kept switching (a total of 22 different instruments). He was an incredible musician and played many Newfie songs. The other two musicians played an accordion and a guitar and sang.

The show consisted of music and skits. The music was really quite amazing and the skits were hilarious. There were times when I didn't understand what they were saying and the actors frequently broke into giggles. It made things even more entertaining.

 

Fish Market

Deb decided she really liked this house. It is a little quirky.

There are 160 ish root cellars in Twillingate. I think we found four of them

I was very intrigued by this painting. I saw a print of it a day or two ago and when we arrived at the "Fine Art and Driftwood" gallery, it was displayed in the front window. The man sitting inside the door was the artist and he was a storyteller.

Ted Stuckless is an elderly white-haired gentleman with the gift of the gab.

His gallery was on the ground floor of his home (the place where he was born). His parents ran a general store on the ground floor and the family with eight children lived upstairs. 

When the space became too crowded the could only find an appropriate house some distance. They put the house of skids and hired 500 people to pull it to the new location. That location was across the road and up the hill from the store. The family moved into the new house and kept the store open.

We simply had to find the house to take a picture. I also decided that I had to buy the print (an Artist's proof). When we went back the gallery was closed. A sign said it was only open from two until four in the afternoon. Oops. I took a picture of the picture through the window.

This little passage (under the bridge) is called a tickle, and it is in Tickle Cove. A tickle contains just enough water to float your boat, but it is likely to "tickle" your keel.